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Post by Zeke Winters on Aug 21, 2011 0:33:22 GMT -5
Zeke stumbled up Half-Blood Hill to an entrance of some sort. He had no idea where he was or why he was so beat-up. All he could remember was his name. One never truly realizes the importance of memories until they are no longer there to cherish. Desperately trying to scour his mind for any recollection of his life, Zeke nearly passed out. Instead, he collapsed at the top of the hill and began to roll down.
Once he finally stopped, Zeke couldn't believe his eyes. From the top of the hill, it seemed as if this was merely an old strawberry farm. Now, it seemed ancient, but somehow new. He felt as if he'd traveled back to Ancient Rome with these strange buildings. No, not Rome. These are Greek. Wait, how'd I know that? he thought.
Surrounding him were strange buildings. They seemed mixed and matched. One was golden, one was made of metal. One seemed painted red while another seemed submerged in water. One appeared to be one big bush and one looked like it came straight from Tartarus. What? What is Tartarus? Where are all these words coming from?
Struggling, Zeke made his way to the largest building, separated from the rest. It was four stories tall with a porch surrounding the entire house. Or, he supposed it was a house.
Making his way dizzily to the door, Zeke was able to knock only once before passing out. Luckily there was a chair nearby to catch him.
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Post by Max Zarate on Aug 21, 2011 5:41:30 GMT -5
Silver growled as another meeting was interrupted. Due to Kayden's absence Silver had to take the spot of cabin leader and all it's meetings. This one being about the Questers.
"What?!" she snarled opening the door. Her electric blue eyes then fell on the boy. With a smirk she told the others she had to take some one to the Infirmary. Clapping her hands the daughter of Zeus shot a wicked smile at Zeke and then, in a way, shocked him with lightning to make him get up and move.
See Silver was never one to show any form of mercy. She was cold hearted, she hated everything, everybody, and especially hated her father Zeus. Nobodknew why she never smiled, why she sent people flying back from lightning shocks if they got too close. Why she put up a electric shield around herself. As far as they knew she had a grudge against the world.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Aug 21, 2011 13:31:57 GMT -5
Waking up with a start, all Zeke could manage was a scream. "Ow! Gods, I feel like I'm on fire!" he yelled. Turning to find a girl with electric blue eyes staring down at him, smiling, he became pretty angry. "Why in Tartarus did you do that?" He had no idea where 'Gods' and 'Tartarus' came from. It just seemed to sound right in his head. "Where am I?" Zeke demanded. "Who are you people? And why in Tartarus did you do that?"
Struggling to get up, Zeke began to remember a little more. He was fifteen. His name was Zeke Winters. He got the strangest feeling he was different. Odd. An outcast amongst mortals. Wait, mortals? Where did that- oh never mind he thought.
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Post by Silene Deloria on Aug 21, 2011 13:38:26 GMT -5
"Because you were asleep after interrupted our meeting, boy." Silene's ice cold voice blew through the air as she stepped from the Big House. She was right behind Silver to see who had disrupted the cabin leader meeting. This kid was new, so there really wasn't a reason to go as far as shocking him awake. She looked at Silver for a moment before looking at the kid.
"A new demigod, yes? Stumbled right in. Welcome to camp." Silene looked him up and down with her freezing cold winter green eyes before finally adding, "You should go to the infirmary. Can you stand?"
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Aug 21, 2011 13:50:00 GMT -5
"I'm fine," he said. Zeke got up and, sure enough, fell back down. slightly embarrassed, he added, "Okay, maybe not fine... but I don't need to go to an infirmary. Just give me a place to rest and I'll be on my way!"
Struggling to his feet, again, he leaned on the wall for support. With his legs feeling like Jell-O, he wobbled his way inside. After seeing a room full of people, all eyes on him, he regretted ever coming in here. "Umm... anywhere I can take a rest for a few hours? I'll be gone once I wake up!" he said with the most innocent smile he could manage.
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Post by Silene Deloria on Aug 21, 2011 13:55:16 GMT -5
Silene rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You're obviously not fine, and you're not going anywhere. You're a demigod and therefore the camp's responsibility."
Silene suddenly held out a hand and mist enveloped her. The floor underneath Zeke froze solid into a ramp. An icy wind buffered Zeke to get him out of the Big House. "Don't go in there. They're having a meeting. I'm taking you to the infirmary so an Apollo kid can take a look at you."
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Post by Zeke Winters on Aug 21, 2011 14:05:17 GMT -5
Zeke just stood there, unaffected by the ice. "Have it your way, I just need to lay down and rest." he walked out of the Big House and did his best to walk down off the porch. He ended up falling, but not because of the ice. He was simply too tired to stand. "Ouch."
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Post by Silene Deloria on Aug 21, 2011 14:47:45 GMT -5
Silene stared at Zeke for a minute and let out a small sigh. She walked over to him, her long white hair swishing in the breeze. She offered a hand to help him up. "The infirmary is on the other side. It's not too far."
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Post by Max Zarate on Aug 21, 2011 14:56:09 GMT -5
Silver snorted "But if the infirmary is too far I can just shock sone common sense into you and send you there flying," her voice cold and merciless.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Aug 21, 2011 15:47:38 GMT -5
Zeke glared at Silver. Despite his annoyance with her, he could come to admire this girl. Zeke took Seline's hand. Once up, he used all his strength to stay up. Eventually, he fell back down, this time he was almost to the infirmary, though. He'd almost made it from the house to the infirmary. In his annoyance, he noticed it had cooled down drastically. He felt he should know the cause of this but it eluded him. It did begin to slowly warm back up, however, but Zeke just felt more exhausted than before.
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Post by Max Zarate on Aug 21, 2011 16:19:14 GMT -5
Max rolled her eyes. Grabbing him by Tge arm she was about to drag him to the infirmary. "Fight and I swear you are toast," she snarled. It was bad enough she was touching this brainless Demi god, let alone helping him.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Aug 21, 2011 16:41:34 GMT -5
(I think you meant Silver, not Max.  ) "What an angel," Zeke sarcastically remarked. He didn't want to show his face again after being dragged to the infirmary in front of a wide assortment of kids by some she-demon. The air around him cooled down more and more the longer he was being dragged. He wondered if anyone else noticed this but himself. |
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Post by Hayden Silver on Aug 21, 2011 16:50:46 GMT -5
(lol ops xD)
Silver growled under her breathe. Truly Silver wasn't all evil, it was her form of saying, 'Hello world, get ready for my ruthless ruling' but whatever. Sending a harsh shock from her arm to his she continued dragging him "Then you must feel blessed to be touched by an angel," she muttered sarcastically and continued dragging him. Truth be told this might be the last time she will touch any of the ungrateful Demi gods.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Aug 21, 2011 16:56:10 GMT -5
Feeling a jolt of pain in his arm, moving throughout his body, he became slightly angry. For Zeke, slightly angry means knocking your head off and laughing as the rest of your body attempts to find it. (Hope that's not too... er... disturbing) Unfortunately - or fortunately for Silver - Zeke was too weak. Instead, he shot her a look that pretty much meant 'I'm going to kill you in your sleep, some day'.
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Post by Hayden Silver on Aug 21, 2011 17:00:06 GMT -5
Silver snorted "Your too weak little boy," she said in a sickening sweet voice that for once suited ger always delicate look. But the way her eyes shone always gave you the impression of something intimidating. Something that will kill you when given the chance.
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